A/N: hello no banner bc i wrote this out of pure horniness and it’s only a drabble but yoonji eating you out in the kitchen that is all thank you for coming. also i am dedicating this as a gift to my darling girlfriend @honey-boyyoongi it is only the distance between us that is making me write this instead of just doing it so y’all better be thankful we’re ldring
pairing: yoonji x reader ||| word count: 1.4k ||| genre: pwp
warnings for sexually explicit content: oral, fingering, teasing, soft dom yoonji
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You love to watch her cook.
She moves around the kitchen as graceful as a dancer, your Yoonji, majestic from the curl of her fingers holding an onion as she dices it, to the rhythmic flick of her wrist while she tosses the contents of a sizzling pan.
Normally you feel your heart swell at the domestic sight, at how lucky you are and how talented she is, but you can't deny that your blood is rushing for an entirely different reason.
"Stop squirming, you're distracting me."
You freeze at her low tone, halting your hips even as they ache to grind on the stool you're sitting on. "Yoonji..."
"Be patient. I just need to prep this and then it can go in the oven."
Biting your lip, you squeeze your thighs tightly together as your girlfriend tosses her sleek brown hair over her shoulder with a careless jerk of her head. It had been growing quickly all summer, and she'd long since surpassed her usual bob length. You could tell the longer locks bothered her, always forgetting to tie it up, but you had a much more positive view. All the better to tug, in your opinion.
The thought brings a whine to the back of your throat, and you cough hastily to mask it.
A delicate eyebrow arches. "I do hope you're not getting sick. I just might have to spend some extra time tonight making some ginseng soup."
"No," you blurt defensively, "not sick. Yoonji, is it almost ready?"
"Goodness me, someone's impatient tonight. I would hate to waste a good dinner because my baby needs disciplining."
Your lips are pressed tightly together to prevent any noises from escaping, but still a forced huff of breath through your nose gives away your desperation. "Yoonji..."
Still, she makes you wait in tense and desperate silence as she scores and seasons a particularly expensive cut of meat for dinner, taking her sweet time with a bemused glimmer in her catlike eyes.
Finally, the oven door closes, and Yoonji turns, tilting her head warmly at you. "Come here."
Your whimper is muffled behind closed lips but still audible as you slip off the stool, padding over to her on shaky legs. She envelops you in her arms, and you sigh into her embrace, already feeling your heart slow to match the rhythm of hers. "Dinner smells good," you murmur into the crook of her neck, her skin silken against your lips.
Yoonji hums in confirmation, pressing a kiss to your temple intimately even as one of her hands drifts lower to grip the flesh of your ass. "It does," she agrees, "though I must say, I'm more in the mood for eating out."
You gasp, pulling back enough to see her face as she looks down at you, lust pooling in her eyes. "Here?"
"You were drooling for it before," she answers simply, "are you saying that you're not in the mood anymore?"
"No, that's not what I-"
"Are you saying that if I slip my hand between those pretty legs of yours," she continues, fingers playing at the hem of your shorts, nails dragging along the sensitive skin of your thigh, "that you won't be dripping for me?"
"Please, Yoonji," you sigh out, "I need you."
"Then get on the counter, princess. Shorts and panties off."
You breathe heavily, stripping yourself before any self-consciousness breaches the aroused haze you're in. It takes a little jump to slide your ass onto the counter, and you shudder violently at how cold it is against your delicate flesh.
Yoonji chuckles without opening her mouth, smoothing her palm up and down the outside of one of your thighs. "So beautiful," she coos, "all for me."
You bite your lips, spreading your legs shamelessly in the hope that she'll relieve the ache you feel there. "All for you, Yoonji, please."
When she kneels, she's tall enough that her head is above the level of the counter, directly in front of your heat. "Look at you," she groans out, indulgent smile tugging at her lips. "You are dripping."
You whine lowly, leaning back so you can prop yourself up on your hands, even as you tremble under her gaze. "Touch me," you plead.
"Since you asked so nicely," you hear her say, before she pins your legs apart and dives in.
Her first unbidden lick has you jerking, back arching as your body tries to seek out more of the divine contact, but she holds you steady, using her whole forearms to hold your thighs steady against the chilled countertop as her sharp tongue parts your folds and dips into you, flicking at your most sensitive parts.
Your moan comes out strangled and you feel your muscles twitch violently under her unyielding hold. The restraint only makes the pleasure fire hot, and you throw your head back, barely noticing it bang against the wall, eyes squeezed shut.
"That's it," she praises, slurping obscenely at your soaked folds, "let me hear you."
You moan again, mouth hanging open, and it raises to a high-pitched keen as she sucks harshly on your clit, making your legs jerk instinctively, heels slamming into the drawers below.
With a desperate growl, Yoongi lifts one of her arms off your thigh, plunging two fingers into your needy pussy. Without hesitation, she begins a steady, firm thrusting motion, fucking you on her fingers as her tongue works against you ceaselessly.
There's wetness around your mouth; you think it might be drool. Mindlessly, you use the increased mobility to rock against her, babbling incoherently. "So good, fingers in me so good, Yoonji, ah, don't stop, oh god, that's it-"
She chuckles wickedly, increasing to three fingers to watch your thighs shake, fighting to tense up around the assault on your senses. "Are you going to cum for me, princess? Gush on my fingers, on my tongue?"
"Ye-yes," you groan, feeling the pleasure shift, morph into something that builds, accumulates hot in your stomach. The path that you know is going to end in a mindblowing orgasm. "Fuck, yes, I am."
Yoongi doesn't falter. In fact, she simply crooks her fingers inside you, so that every thrust presses directly against your g-spot. Even as your cries reach new heights, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, your girlfriend's voice is easily heard. "Say please."
You sob, legs kicking uselessly in the air, banging against the counter, her kneeled figure. Your back arches, strains as your nails dig into your fists. "Please!" you scream. "God, please, Yoonji, please let me cum, I need it, it's too much-"
"Cum," she orders simply, and your body goes completely lax against her. That one silent moment before your high crashes on you, and all it takes is the slightest graze of her teeth on your clit for the wave to hit.
You cum so that that you very nearly fall off the countertop in your convulsions, and you're only distantly aware of the emptiness between your legs, and the wet hand steadying you, Yoonji keeping you safely pinned down even as her lashing tongue works you ruthlessly through the powerful orgasm.
Over your wordless moans, you finally feel her pull away, muttering warm praises to your shuddering figure. With a groan, she stands up, stretching out her sore legs, and pulling you into an embrace.
Your weight rests on her limply, and your arms are boneless to hug her back, but you nuzzle into the crook of her slender neck, letting her soothe you as you slowly come back down from your euphoric high, breathing heavily.
"Did so well for me," her voice comes from above, "you look so gorgeous when you cum."
As the bravado of arousal slowly slips away, you're left blushing, toes curling in embarrassment. "Yoonji..."
"What?" she questions innocently. "You do."
You finally take one last deep breath and draw your strength enough to sit up, wincing at the slickness between your thighs as you do so. Yoonji watches you in bemusement, still keeping a careful hand on your shoulder as you wobble slightly. "Do you want me to return the favor?" you manage to slur out.
She grins, lips glossy from your slick. "As tempting as the offer sounds," she muses, dark eyes glimmering with mischief, "I've worked up quite an appetite, and dinner's almost ready." She leans forward, pressing a wet peck against your lips. "We should have just enough time to clean you up before the meat will be ready."
You huff, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck to pull her in again, savoring your own taste on her lips, her tongue playing against yours in a reenactment of what she did between her legs.
Once the need for air becomes unavoidable, you pull away, watching her blink lazily with lust. "Fine," you concede, "we can have dinner first. As long as I get to have you for dessert."
She laughs openly, smacking your still-sensitive thigh playfully. "God, we're as bad as each other."
Your eyes crinkle with the fond smile that takes over your face. "I'm not complaining."
